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The venue was packed out.
The tickets were sold out.
My hair was blown out.
But... the songs were played out.
The band was burnt out, then, my voice went out.
How do I get out of here?

The impact was deafening. Dull thuds of pain spread from his eyebrows down to his cheeks and neck then rushed over his still body leaving tingling sensations to rest in the tips of his fingers and toes. From somewhere near he could hear staccato clips of sound, words maybe, building in volume and speed that somehow, he knew, was meant as a warning. Convinced that he had mere seconds to react, Remy rolled over onto his stomach and pushed up on his knees. Suddenly, a load of invisible pressure res… Continue

She needed to tinkle more than she needed to breathe. She tried waiting it out, but there was more than 15 minutes left in her movie and by then she would need a new liver, so she rushed off in the direction of the lobby, praying she would make it back in time for the big ending she’d heard so much about. She almost screamed when she saw the line of women wrapped around the corner from the ladies’ room, as the door to the men’s room swung open and closed releasing relieved gentlemen into the cro… Continue

In June of 2006 my son’s febrile seizures finally stopped jerking him around. I stopped crying that year too and found a place to dispose of my sackcloth and ashes. That annoying lump in my throat, yep, gone too. It really made a difference when I started writing songs again that I didn’t have to sing around it. The other day my wife calls me to say that it had all started again. I couldn’t believe it took 3 whole years to feel unsafe again.

She’d gone the entire day frustrated. The mailman had come and gone. The UPS man had come and gone. The garbage man had come and gone. Now, her husband had come and lay next to her snoring. Annoyed, she kicked him in the shin, then lay there thinking of the “package” the FedEx man would bring tomorrow.